Woven is an ugly word. It’s just not fun to say.
But it’s the only word I can think of when I picture what happened this past weekend at Mission.
I taught in the junior high and high school services again this weekend, but this time it was different. I actually don’t really want to talk to much about it. I don’t want to ruin it.
I felt… CONNECTED.
Connected to the gospel.
and to the God that dreamed it up.
and to the students in the room.
and to the Church that I still believe is the hope of the world.
We didn’t have enough seats. Students and staff were everywhere. And everyone was leaning forward as I read from God’s word.
I am in awe.
I don’t like when people say “Good job Ryan!” after I preach.
I don’t want them to miss the point.
I am a mouthpiece. A loud, sweaty, Jesus-loving mouthpiece.
The gospel really is good news 🙂
I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The die is cast; I have stepped over the line; the decision has been made; I’m a disciple of His; I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or sit still. My past is forgiven, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I’m finished and done with low-living, sight-walking, small-planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, “chincy-giving” and dwarfed goals. I no longer need prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I don’t have to be first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by grace, walk by faith, learn by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by His power.
My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my guide reliable, and my mission clear. I cannot be brought back, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity.
I won’t give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of my Lord Jesus. I am a disciple of His. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. And when He comes for His own, I don’t want Him to have any trouble recognizing me…I want my colors to be clear!
-found on the cot of an African native after his martyrdom